Art as Dialogue
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š·All Tied Upš· ~2k
āWhat are youāā Charlesā words stall on his tongue as his bandana is looped around his wrists, āMaxā¦ā Max winks and double knots the fabric.
š·Breathlessly Devotedš· ~1k
They didnāt do this so openly, so publicly, itās something that remained hidden away in dark hotel rooms. But Charles couldnāt deny him, not now, not today, not when he needed it the most.
Temptationās Trajectory
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āØMonaco Malaise⨠~8k
Using the reflection in the mirror above the vanity, he steals occasional glances into the bedroom as he wets the cloth and cleans himself off. Charles is still on his forearms and knees, face buried in his pillow, he doesnāt look like heās going to be moving any time soon.
āØAzerbaijan Abnegation⨠~17K
This week has been correction after correction,Ā managing the fierce oscillation between wanting Charles and wanting to stop wanting himĀ and now he has his arms full of opposite lock. Charles, yet again, has a front row seat to watch Max spin out of control towards the barriers.
Stairwell Scene Art Work
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